Strike 1... Strike 2.... Strike 3... How many more? Broken bones. Pain. Anxiety. Inside is dead while outsides are smiling. Fear. Losing friends. Selfishness and more. You're such a crybaby, with those tears falling down. Why. WHY. WHY? I'm not... I don't wanna be.... Should I.... Shut it all out. But I can't. I just hold more in. More.
